My dream was so good waking up has put me in a deep pit of sadness. In my dream, somehow, BTS was coming to this tiny youth conference no one knew about at some church. I think the dream felt plausible because I had youth group the night before. So we did our activities, and I sat with the people I met at youth, and we waited. There were apparently other performers, but when BTS came on, the small group of us decided to stand up to show our support. I remember seeing the characters 빙빙, but I don't remember why. The seven of them came on stage to perform Butter, so I of course ran up to be on the front so they would see me and at least know of my existence, but then  all of a sudden it was only Jungkook, dressed like he was for the McDonald's ads, down in front of the tiny stage. So what did I do? I made sure I was the first to talk to him. And I did really well, so well that I was the first to say hi to Jungkook. He grabbed my left hand in both of his own and smiled at me. We were so close, like not romantically close, not K-drama close, but still pretty damn close. I couldn't stop staring at him, which I think he found amusing. We made eye-contact the entire time. "Hi," He'd say, and I'd just mumble out a, "Hi." "How are you?" He'd continue. "I-I'm good," You know, cuz I was a bit distracted by his beauty. His hands were sweaty, but I didn't mind much. I think we talked for a little bit, my dream kind of shifted between 1st and 3rd person, so I didn't hear the full conversation. All too soon it was over, and I went back to my seat, a bouncing ball of energy. I was like, "Jungkook held my hand! I can't function!" And obviously this wasn't a y/n moment, I wanted to just talk to him, but holding his hands were a plus. I remember hugging this redhead I barely knew cuz I was so happy, and she was like, "Yeah no thank you." And so I went to go sit down next to Garfield. Yeah, the fat orange cat. How did I not realize this was a dream? I sat next to him to talk about it. I said I hope someone took pictures or something, and someone did (This is still a youth conference, mind you, there were quite a few cameras) and she asked for my number to send them to me. I gave her it, and I got the pictures and I'm surprised I didn't cry. Well that was over and at one point the room morphed into my parents' bedroom. I looked down at my hand, and saw and saw that since his hands were sweaty, I could see the colors of his tattoos on my hand cuz they rubbed off on me (1. That's not how tattoos work 2. I wasn't even touching that part of his hand) So I took a picture of it. I went from my parents' bedroom, down the hall to the kitchen, where my dad was. I told him about meeting Jungkook, I think he just said, 'awesome,' like he says when he's only half-listening, which is fine. But when I get back into the bedroom I go to my parents' bathroom to look in the mirror. I noticed my hair has grown a lot since I last cut it. At one point I hear Edna Mode speaking, but I don't know where in the dream. I left the bathroom to look at the schedule for the night. There was a section labeled, 'Mikayla and Makayla time,' where only me and my friend Makayla were allowed to be, and the schedule said things like, meet BTS, perform either for or with BTS, and I was like, "...Shit I kinda know Fake Love..." And it just sounded really fun. While looking at the schedule, the woman in the bed (who was not my mom, it looked like my parents' bedroom but it actually wasn't) was like, "Wow, you get to do this whole thing. I don't, that's so cool." And then her husband comes in wearing only a towel and I'm like, dude gross. Then I wondered what we were supposed to do anyways. It said there was a break until 10:50, which was the 'Mikayla and Makayla time.' So I left the room...and right as I did my alarm went up."

A/N: I was so sad when I woke up

Jungkook's outfit;

His hair was a bit more fluffy, but he looked like that without the McDonald's ^^